Hime

Abilities: Analysist and battle strategist. Can quickly process current events, many times to the smallest detail, and act or plan accordingly. Can work even in pinch situations to minimize loss and/or damages. Also fluid in French and Italian due to her mother's work. Hime is also excellent in hand-to-hand combat, training herself so that she can fight successfully in any situation.
Skills Lacking: Don't entrust her with items of importance if they aren't hers, she will lose them. From time to time, she may lose something of her own as well. She's just forgetful.
Weapons: V.O.L.F. A vertical ordinance, long-range fighting mech. This mech can quickly process information that the SFA sends out to their teams. The mech can be controlled both by the SFA or, as it usually is, by Hime. Her butterfly wing hair pins also double as daggers, the pattern on the wing being a piece of technology also allows for them to be bombs; one wing is a high impact explosive while the other serves as a tear gas bomb.

I am the daughter of a Congressman and a fashion designer, both whom had never anticipated having any children. In fact, I was only conceived due to a night of intoxication after both parties had received news of their successful endeavors. The two however, were not married, nor engaged and after their romp of the night, went their two separate ways until one day, Rue's future father was greeted by a very frazzled beauty on his doorstep early one morning. Upon hearing the news, like many panicked couples, they wed and 6 months later, being premature, the tiny, wonderful me was born.
My premature birth worried the two parents and I was put on constant watch by private doctors until I was a toddler and it was more than evident that the child would live. Both parents worked constantly, my mother traveling the world to put on fashion shows and photoshoots while my father, when home, would lock himself in his office, behind a mountain of papers and old leather bound books. This didn't necessarily upset me and the constant attention from the household maids was enough to keep me happy.
As years went by and I began to grow old enough for school, my parents started fighting in the limited time that they would see each other. From time to time it was about school and how the girl was to be educated, other times it was about how I was always locked up in the house which usually led to arguments about how me being home was like a punishment to her father. I eventually caught on to their fighting and saw how it caused the maids to scurry about and do whatever they could to appease the fighting couple and to keep them from fighting in front of me. Never once did the I cry though, rather, I learned from that behavior and soon found that my anger and demands got me further than my cheerful behavior did.
Though my parents didn't divorce, they did live apart from each other, I was taken in by my mother whom quickly enrolled me into public schooling. It was in the early years of elementary school that I learned that my bossy demeanor did not work on my classmates as well as it did on the maids at home; they would ignore me, tell on me, and just did not do as I wished. After numerous complaints by parents, my mother pulled me from my first school and enrolled me into another. That was there I was able to really start the Princess act. I found that acting meek and silent, almost innocent to a fault brought about a desired reaction.
As time went on, the attention just drew on to be the same and it got borning. On top of that, my parents just seemed so disinterested in anything that I was doing, leaving the maids to fawn over me as they always did. So, was does any self respecting child do that wants the attention of her parents as well? Why join the military of course! Yup, that's what I did and I was good at it. Combat wasn't so much my thing, but of course I had to learn some of that as well. I can fight, but I don't like to. My scores soared in battle tactics, after all, in order to manipulate people, you have to be aware of a situation and details. This just allows me to boss more people around. It's safe to say that my parents were very verbal about what I was doing, but they couldn't do much with the amount of attention I was getting from it.